Erotophoria

I admit it, I’m a hopeless tease. I can’t help myself. You lovely ladies arouse my curiosity far too much for me to have any sense of rational thought. So much trouble I get into, just for a bit of fun with you. You should be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of an excitable young cock like me.

Anyway… it’s been a long while since my last post. Here’s a little sex story I scribbled down after a stimulating exchange. I don’t know when I’ll find time to give it some decent action but I can’t resist sharing this barely scrawled fantasy.

Maybe I’m asking the universe for inspiration. Should I keep an eye out for any perverted chicks who might take advantage of a defenseless young hippie?

Be warned, this one is all tease!

“You’ve got such a hard cock,” she whispered, proving her point as she tightened her grip on me through my jeans.

“You mean your husband doesn’t get hard?”

“Not like this, no. You’re young… you should appreciate it,” she said, as she continued to flood my body with waves of warmth with the gentle caress of her warm and confident hand over the entire length of my erection.

“Oh, well, you make it pretty easy,” I said while I throbbed in her hands.

She chuckled before she leaned in and further amazed me with the intoxicating sensation of a well experienced woman’s kiss.

“How does your hubby kiss you?” I asked, interrupting her interrogation of the metal barbell which had not too long ago pierced my tongue.

I was curious, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know how to pleasure this impressive piece of temptation before me in a way that her chosen lover had been learning how to do for longer then I’d been kissing girls.

“Mmm… different. But you’re not like him.”

I paused a moment and wondered if she perceived me as inferior to the man she had been sleeping with for over a decade. But before I could explore my thoughts of insecurity she leaned in close, pressing her soft, slightly rounded belly against my still hard, throbbing cock and audibly breathed me in.

“You smell good,” she assured me, before making it plain how much my aroma aroused her by breathing in more of me, moaning and grinding gently on my ‘young hard cock’.

I was convinced that she was good. For a moment I wondered how she learned to read me so well, to pluck away my insecurity with such a simple gesture before I reminded myself that it would be fair to reciprocate.

“You’re softness feels good on me like this,” I said, grabbing her plump, round buttocks hard with clawed fingers as I pulled her loins onto me.

It didn’t take long for her lips to find my neck, trailing just beyond the edge of stubble along my neck.

“Wait…” I begged.

“What?” she asked, slightly alarmed at my pause.

“I just want to know…” I asked, unable to bring myself to search her face even though she raised herself up and looked into mine.

“You’re my boy toy now.” she said. I could feel her smile on my face slowly turn into a frown of annoyance. “What, you think you can tease me all day and not feel the consequences? You flirted with a married woman. You didn’t think you were going to get away with that, did you? Now it’s your turn to be on the spot!”

“No… I was just… I mean… what about your…”

Her phone rang before I could confess my worries. The soothing pressure of her body was released from me as she stepped off the bed to retrieve her cellular phone.

“Hello? Oh hi baby… no… nothing interesting. I just went out with a girlfriend…”

I closed my eyes, my heart throbbing madly. I wondered if her love could hear my racing pulse. On instinct I shut down completely, attempting to will my body to relax, and forcing myself into absolute silence. I didn’t want to arouse the wrath of an ex-marine who I was told had a history of violence.

“… yeah… I went out and sketched a couple trees in front Lori’s house and then we went grocery shopping…”

I learned quickly that she was a good liar. She hadn’t been at her friend Lori’s house all day, she was with me, paying for a fine meal, and laying in the sun at the beach, accepting a never ending stream of harassing innuendo.

“… I miss you to baby,” she continued as she laid down on top of me again. I wondered how much of her conversation to her husband was true as she traced curious fingers under my shirt, teasing my sensitive nipples.

I concentrated as much as I could on making no noise while I squirmed beneath her, her warm fingers alternating between the nubs of flesh which mysteriously felt connected to my throbbing cock more then they’d ever felt before.

“… what, you mean you want to have phone sex? … now?” she asked with a half-hearted laugh, as her body slid over mine so that her mound could press and grind itself on my thigh, nearly over my hard young cock.

My eyes opened wide to scan her face in an attempt to read her seriousness. All I saw was a sly grin and a wink as she pulled her phone away from her ear slightly. I covered my face with my hands.

I wondered what had I gotten myself into. I puzzled whether or not this woman was teasing me mercilessly out of revenge, or if I had somehow gotten myself into bed with a woman married to a man who I had been assured could be, “very, very physical when aroused.”

I quivered slightly, losing my erection beneath her. How I was going to navigate this one, I didn’t know. My hands over my face, I peeked between my fingers, afraid to look at her directly.

“…mmm… okay, that sounds good, we’ll do that on Friday…” she breathed before she kissed my hands and pulled them away from my face.

“I love you too baby. Goodnight,” she kissed me once more on my lips before she sat up, straddling me completely and put down her phone so she could place my hands on her hips.

“You have been a very bad boy,” she said, tapping my nose, with a serious, stern tone in her every expression. “You’ve been making a married woman wet and horny all day and now you’re afraid when her husband calls her while she’s in your bedroom.”

“Naughty, bad boy,” she said, raising the intensity of her tone and slapping my chest to the rhythm of her inflections.

I couldn’t respond with my voice. It seemed that my throat had compressed to the size of a small pea the moment she showed her displeasure. But though my mind ceased to form coherent thoughts my body responded for me beyond my knowledge.

While my mind dizzied with anticipation of what might happened next I became aware of a stirring in my loins. A bit startled by the sensation, I felt hard again. She felt this too, and began to rock her hips forward and back, caressing me with a slightly moist heat between her legs.

After a few moments I regained control over my fingers and attempted to guide her motion, but was halted by sudden cease of involvement. She sighed.

“Well… that’s the last of him tonight, I think,” she said as she raised her body off of mine and refilled her wine glass with a third helping from off of my nearby desk.

“I know you don’t really like me. I just wanted to put the pressure on you for a change. How do you like it, being on the spot?” she demanded with an accusing finger pointed in my face. She paused before she sat and reclined at the head of my bed.

“No, I do like you.” I said, rolling over to my side and touching her foot with my hand.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re just using me to get with that young hottie who waitresses at the restaurant. I know what runs through that scheming little brain of yours.”

“You might have a point… but that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re hot.”

“No… I don’t want you feeling obligated into doing something.” she said, leaning forward slightly while she held her half-glass of wine steady. “So you flirted with a married woman and she called your bluff… no big deal. Besides, you don’t really like me. I can tell.”

“Does that mean I can’t play with your pussy?” I asked in a slightly wounded voice. I surprised myself with the honesty of my request. I was too confused to know what to say further, so I cracked a small smile.

“You…” she wagged her finger at me again but was unable to hold a serious face as she too put on a mirthful smirk, “you’re Aphrodite’s Naughty Little Nymph aren’t you?”

I bit my lip in a mock wounded expression. “Please?” I begged in a breathy tone while my legs squirmed and I emphasized the curve of the cock she previously adored by rubbing it with my palm.

She sighed as she reclined against my pillows, squinting her eyes at me and making it plain that she was considering my invitation. She squirmed her own legs briefly and made a quick cluck sound with her tongue, boring into me with her stony gaze.

“Please?” I begged while my fingers caressed the tops of her feet.

She looked away from me, turning her gaze onto one of the many small parcels of colorful art I had acquired and taped to my walls.

I pleaded further, adding true words of adoration to her body while my fingers slowly kneaded their way up past her ankles and calves. By the time my burning hands had reached her mid thigh she downed the last of her wine and placed the glass on my nearby nightstand.

“Come here boy toy,” she said in a flat tone, pulling my face towards her for a kiss. “I know it’s not fair that I treat you like my young little slave,” she whispered in my ear, alternating words between soft kisses along my jaw and neck, “especially when I tell you I’ll never leave him. It must hurt you knowing you can’t have me like you want.”

“Yes, it hurts wanting you,” I breathed, welcoming a rush of intoxication. I willed myself not to interrupt or hesitate despite a nervous tension tight in my belly.

In a burst of rash confidence I pirouetted my body on my feet and one hand and used the other free hand to part her legs before resting my waist between them. I groped the pillowed curve of her mound and caressed the protected depths of her femininity as deeply as her tight jeans would allow.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you,” she purred, closing her eyes and arching her back, repositioning herself so that I could better caress.

In response, I brought my face down between her legs and bit her inner thigh. I was delighted to earn a breathy squeal from her as her fingers entwined in my hair.

“Careful there dear nymph, don’t leave any marks. Hubby wouldn’t like that,” she reprimanded with a mirthful tone.

Bursting with newfound confidence, I fumbled with her belt, stealing it away from her jeans with a forceful yank and worked feverishly with awkward fingers on her button fly pants. She sensed my need and raised her buttocks as I eventually freed her jeans from her fertile waist, taking with them her white cotton panties in a few tugging pulls.

Surprised by her vulnerability, I felt powerful as she closed her slightly furry legs, hiding her pussy behind a mask of thick, dark pubic hair.

“Woman” I breathed, in a thick, heady voice which vibrated deep enough to tickle my own chest.

She giggled as my fingers gently tickled across her creases, begging her to spread her legs faster then her teasing pace allowed.

Now that you’ve gotten a glimpse of what I’ve been up to lately, and you’re, hopefully, all hot and bothered, how about something to soothe that fire?

Personally, I’m a little curious about the swinging couples at Screw my Sexy Wife. Watch some videos and study the type of men who don’t mind another cock invading their wives.

~Virgohippy

Followup: a related entry titled Lust in Men’s Locker Room was inspired by this unfinished sex story.

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